I now am the proud owner of a Mack Trucks T-shirt, purchased Thursday at the America on Wheels museum in Allentown. It’s black with a color bulldog.

I also posed Thursday for a photo in front of the Mack plant in Macungie, wearing a Captain Juicy T-shirt from Spokane, Wash. My brother-in-law Jay knows the owner of this hot dog shop, and the guy likes to post photos of people around the country wearing Captain Juicy shirts. If you’re ever in Spokane, stop in and you may see me hanging from the wall.

One of the most important tasks when I moved to our Easton office was transferring my collection of excellent saved voice mail messages.

These are a blend of offbeat verbal attacks -- “Why don’t you and your Canadian friend Peter Jennings move back to Canada where you belong? You’re both a couple of a-holes” — and other bizarre messages of various kinds. One guy just sang “John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt.”

Not only did I rescue all those, but I’m told there is a way I could have them recorded on a disc and reproduced for Internet use, in which case you’ll have the opportunity to hear them and experience being me.

I've been horrified by what I've read so far about this year's edition of the Allentown Fair -- no sideshows? no insult clown? -- but I'm reserving judgment until I can see it for myself.

That will happen tonight. I think I'm scheduled to help judge chocolate cakes at Ag Hall, although I never received a parking pass or confirmation, which maybe should be telling me something. I'm nothing if not persistent, so I'll show up anyway and see what happens. If I'm not judging, I'll just do my usual Preview Night survey of the grounds.

If you are over there, I encourage you to check out the cake judging. Unless you're one of the cooks, it must be pretty boring, but at the end you get to eat free cake. This always draws a big crowd.

As I went through the list of possible choices, I found at least 20 great choices. I finally narrowed it down by focusing on characters whom I truly found fascinating for one reason or another. Ideally, they were complex, although that’s not true of everyone on this list. It’s the difference between Hannibal Lecter and, say, Cruella de Vil.

As I feared, my readers aren’t holding up their end of the Head-to-Head feature on our opinion pages.

Readers are jumping at the chance to rip into my columnist colleague, Paul Carpenter, but they’re holding back with me. I’d say this is because everyone agrees with me, except I know a few readers tore into me over my recent column about how failing newspapers are a threat to democracy. I suspect they just don’t want their names in the paper, particularly the woman who wrote:

“Foreploy” is misrepresenting yourself on a date in hopes of getting lucky.

All of these are examples from the Urban Dictionary, a slang dictionary with daily words that reflect modern life. I subscribed to its Word of the Day some months ago, and I routinely get a big kick out of the e-mails I receive.

Regular commenter Lu, who once was my elementary school classmate in Levittown, has been promising me a diet-themed movie quote quiz for months.

Inspired by Musikfest, she finally delivered last week, just as I was completing my own Movie Quotes quiz. So I decided to use them back-to-back.

As I wrote Friday, she mostly stumped me, but she believes women will recognize many of these, since the list is heavily laden with chick flicks. "Road House," for example, is not represented. Ladies, please step up to the plate.

If you recognize the quote without looking it up on the Internet, put your answer in the Comments. I have her answers in front of me, so I’ll let you know when you go astray.

I only recognized one of them at first glance, but when she gave me the answers, I realized the movies aren’t at all obscure. So we’ll see how you do when I offer this quiz up for you on Monday.

I’m holding it until then because I already had begun my own Movie Quotes Quiz for today, and I couldn’t wait to unveil it. In honor of Lu’s ingenuity, it includes three movies in which characters wore fat suits, and another in which the speaker has become noted for her weight issues.

You newcomers should know that this is a test of your memory, not your ability to look stuff up, so answer only if you recognize the quotes on your own. Post your answers in the Comments.

You wouldn’t know it from the way I’ve been dogging lawyer Lawrence B. Fox in my columns (here’s the latest example) but I really admire the guy.

I met Fox for the first time when I was speaking to the Greater Lehigh Valley Writers Group, an organization of published and would-be authors and others who are interested in writing. He gave me a copy of his first book, and I suggested we should get together for lunch some time to talk about self-publishing, since I had (and still have) some interest in publishing a book of my columns.

We never got together, though, and it wasn’t until we began butting heads a bit in his capacity as Freemansburg solicitor that I learned he had written several more. He gave me a couple of review copies after a borough council meeting, and I liked them even more than his first one.

I’m sure I wasn’t the only person struck by the irony of The Morning Call’s front page story on what fat, drunk, nicotine-stained slobs we are in the Lehigh Valley.

Specifically, updated data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention shows that people in this area exceed national averages for many health risks, including obesity, binge-drinking and smoking. We also are less likely to exercise and get flu shots.

On the bright side, because we’re so heavy, we’re less likely to be blown away in hurricanes.

This is the last thing I’ll be writing from the Bethlehem office of The Morning Call.

I moved several boxes of my junk out of here Monday, including the dismantled Hall of Fame. When I sign off on this blog post, I’ll unplug my computer and head off to my new digs in Easton.

It appears that we’ll still maintain some kind of business presence here, at least for the time being. But the last of our reporters should be gone by the end of today. In fact, as I type this, workers are carting away Xerox machines, printers and computers.

Attendance is down at Philadelphia Eagles camp this year. Some people have blamed this on gas prices, but I think there’s just less excitement about the team, particularly compared to its high point a few years ago when The T.O. Show had everyone whipped up.

Coach Andy Reid hasn’t helped ramp up the enthusiasm. Between trading out of the first round of the draft for two years in a row and failing to address — or even acknowledge — the glaring need for a big-time wide receiver, he has given some fans the impression that the Eagles are satisfied with moderate long-term success, as opposed to an all-out assault on winning a Super Bowl before Donovan McNabb and the rest of the team’s core stars are too old. I’m not sure that’s inaccurate.

Before I get to our movie genre list for this week, I want to refer you to a collection of photos from The Morning Call booth at Musikfest. They’re all available for sale if you see yourself there and like it. You’ll find them here.

Now, on to the movies. For no reason in particular, our genre for this week is Space Alien Invasion Movies.

The tough thing here was establishing ground rules. “Alien” and “Aliens,” for example, are two of my favorite movies, but neither involves aliens actually coming to Earth. By insisting that these only include alien invaders, that also eliminates the “Star Wars” and most “Star Trek” movies, as well as “Forbidden Planet.”

That still leaves us with a bunch of terrific flicks. Feel free to contribute your own choices.

(UPDATE: When I did my original list, I somehow skipped over "Invasion of the Body Snatchers," which I meant to put right near the top. So I'm going back into the list so I get it right for posterity. That means I'll have a Top 11 instead of 10.)

You may have read this morning about the flap over whether workers for presidential candidate Barack Obama should be allowed to solicit people at Musikfest.

Organizers for the McCain ‘08 campaign were angry because they tried to pay for a booth at the festival and were rejected. They also said they were told that if they campaigned or sought voter registrations in the crowds, they would be ejected. Yet they were seeing Obama people out there doing exactly what the Republicans had been told wasn't permitted.

Musikfest spokeswoman Kim Plyler complained that Obama’s volunteers have ignored Musikfest’s instructions to restrict politicking to the designated area “Freedom of Expression Platz” on the Main Street Bridge. “We apologize to our patrons and any others who may be offended by this activity,” she said. Obama’s organizers said they’ve had trouble getting the word out to overeager volunteers.

I don’t particularly care about the Republicans’ pique or the Democrats’ pushiness. What interests me is the idea that ArtsQuest gets to suspend the First Amendment for 10 days in downtown Bethlehem. Why should they get to control who’s out there campaigning on public streets?

Our photographer took a lot of pictures Tuesday night out at The Morning Call tent at Musikfest, and my hope is that we'll get a bunch of them posted on here eventually. In fact, I was hoping it might happen today, but I haven't had time to arrange it.

When I left at 7 p.m., they still had about 30 of the deluxe prize packages left for people who Ate Their Way Through Musikfest in The Morning Call's contest, although winners were arriving at a pretty good clip. All those winners up to 100 get a T-shirt and up to $100 in gifts. Even after we hit 100, there will be T-shirts for the next 200 people who either eat all 10 items on their game cards or eat six of the items to hit Bill White Light status.

Interestingly, the winners I've met haven't all been big strapping guys, by any means. They're men and women of all ages and sizes. So don't be discouraged if you're a 98-pound weakling.

My daughter was working the other night when a woman began telling her that about the big cardboard cutout she saw while she was buying tickets at Musikfest. It was some goofy, grinning guy. “It kind of creeped me out,” the woman said.

11:34 a.m. Today's the day I eat my way through Musikfest, and I'll be live blogging at the same time I'm writing my column, which will run Tuesday.

From what I'm told, Musikfest is infested with cardboard cutouts showing me in all my big, goofy glory. I'm extremely apprehensive about venturing out there with my usual anonymity shattered. In fact, I searched my basement this morning for my mullet wig, which makes an excellent disguise. However, I couldn't find it, so I had to settle for my loosest-fitting shorts, my Uncle Bill's Pancake House T-shirt, my rattiest hat and comfortable sneakers. If I keep my head down, maybe I can avoid creating a spectacle out there.

The next time you hear from me, I'll be full. In the meantime, remember to check our Festblog, always a crowd-pleaser.